*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

I traced her admirable silky chocolate skin as she became engulfed in taking all of me inside of her tight entrance at once. Dare I call this sex? We're making love to each other. She's my partner, my other half. And after tonight, the mother of my child. My biracial child.

He wondered if there was some deeper meaning to his attraction, the way her lips moved as she spoke, the slight smile that she gave to him every time she caught him staring. He wanted to know why did she have him feeling this way. He can have any woman he wants but what makes her so different? Bwwm story This story will be written in 3rd POV and some chapters will be in one person's pov 18+

"The truth of the matter though, Ezinma, is that I know I can get you there..." "The question is, will you let me?" *** sexuality sekʃuˈaləti,ˌsɛksjʊ-/ noun 1. capacity for sexual feelings. 2. a person's sexual orientation or preference. 3. sexual activity. Sometimes, love seems to come at the most inconvenient times, just to screw everything up when we just begin to figure ourselves out, understand who we really are. For Ezinma, a hedonistic twenty year old who has always embraced her sexuality in every sense of the word, love also comes along at a most inconvenient time. When the line between the most extreme lust she's ever felt, and a love she's never experienced before begins to dissolve, fear of the unknown takes over. Will she reject it? Or will she embrace it, just like her sexuality? •Mature, 18+ This is my first story, and one of the most embarrassing things that I have ever done in my entire life. Please, don't judge me. A lot of the original sexual content has been removed due to Wattpad's guidelines - trust me, there is still some there - but the raw version is up on another website called Booksiesilk. You can click on the link in my bio to read it.

Faith Tristens despises the color orange, going to the movies and Brendan Wenthward with a burning passion. Why, you ask? Well, The first one is way too flashy, the second one is too damn expensive and the third one is all of that combined into a wonderful pack of flesh and blood. Brendan is ridiculously attractive, funny, popular, athletic but there's that one unhinging thing about him that Faith hates just a tad too much. He's a player. And a good one at that. But here's the thing, no matter how many goals he has scored, there's always one he just can't seem to tackle and cross off his bucket list : Faith. And he's determined into evening out the score by laying out an ultimate touchdown.

Sebastián Morello. Chase Miller. Two different people from different worlds. One has a story that can change everything. One just lives an average life. Flirting and saying sweet nothings in a different language can change these two. The sexual tension is outrageous. But can the baggage be too much? Too heavy? Or too dangerous?

❝Oh, him? He's just that pizza guy,❞ But what if just that pizza guy turned out to be something more? copyright 2016 © holly bowen cover by @karismatic-

"If I asked you to name everything that you love, just how long will it take for you to name yourself? " His words made my knees weaken, my breathing faltered "That's the thing Liam, how can I? How can a girl who will never be good enough love herself? I questioned as my back hit the wall "Ah, see that is where you're wrong love, how can a girl like you not love yourself? ~~~~~ Two Tainted hearts Two different people Two different stories Too many haunting secrets